The Pretty Reckless
Imagine one of the girls escaping as a young teen. She hits the streets, sells her body, does hard drugs. She then returns to her "confessor" (picture the Duggar patriarch -- who apparently insisted that the girls officially forgive and forget their incestuous brother's crimes -- in place of the priest). She proceeds to tell him off like a boss.
I love this song. (If you don't like heavy rock and the imagery it employs, don't bother with the video; just check out the lyrics.)
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(The end is the end.)
(Don't bless me Father, for I have sinned.)
Father, did you miss me?
I've been locked up a while.
I got caught for what I did, but took it all in style.
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when.
Now I'm versed in so much worse,
So I am back again.
And he said...
For the lines that I take, I'm going to hell
For the love that I make, I'm going to hell.
(Heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.)
Father, did you miss me?
Don't ask me where I've been.
You know I know,
Yes, I've been told I redefine sin.
I don't know what's driving me, or put this in my head.
Maybe I wish I could die; maybe I am dead!
And he said...
For the lives that I fake, I'm going to hell.
For the vows that I break, I'm going to hell.
For the ways that I hurt, while I'm hiking up my skirt,
I am sitting on a throne, while they're buried in the dirt.
For the man that I hate, I'm going to hell.
(Heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.)
Please forgive me Father,
I didn't mean to bother you.
The devil's in me, Father.
He's inside of everything I do.
For the life that I take, I'm going to hell.
For the laws that I break, I'm going to hell.
For the love that I hate, I'm going to hell.
For the lies that I make, I'm going to hell.
For the way I condescend, and never lend a hand,
My arrogance is making this head buried in the sand.
For the souls I forsake, I'm going to hell.
(Married to the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.)
(Don't bless me Father, for I have sinned.)
Father, did you miss me?
I've been locked up a while.
I got caught for what I did, but took it all in style.
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when.
Now I'm versed in so much worse,
So I am back again.
And he said...
For the lines that I take, I'm going to hell
For the love that I make, I'm going to hell.
(Heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.)
Father, did you miss me?
Don't ask me where I've been.
You know I know,
Yes, I've been told I redefine sin.
I don't know what's driving me, or put this in my head.
Maybe I wish I could die; maybe I am dead!
And he said...
For the lives that I fake, I'm going to hell.
For the vows that I break, I'm going to hell.
For the ways that I hurt, while I'm hiking up my skirt,
I am sitting on a throne, while they're buried in the dirt.
For the man that I hate, I'm going to hell.
(Heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.)
Please forgive me Father,
I didn't mean to bother you.
The devil's in me, Father.
He's inside of everything I do.
For the life that I take, I'm going to hell.
For the laws that I break, I'm going to hell.
For the love that I hate, I'm going to hell.
For the lies that I make, I'm going to hell.
For the way I condescend, and never lend a hand,
My arrogance is making this head buried in the sand.
For the souls I forsake, I'm going to hell.
(Married to the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.)
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